A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 26 Surrender

Lasmi, who had unceremoniously left the ICU room where Anarya was treated, was now contemplating at her contest. Shock really he felt when he heard the doctor's explanation about the state of Anarya.

He looks at the wedding portraits on the album. A flat face without a smile implying unhappiness with the sacred ceremony was clearly caught off guard. Contrasted upside down with a smile on his lips that were triumphant at that time.

"I should have realized all that, Mom. From the beginning of the marriage, you weren't happy with me." I heard a tired breath.

"I only get your body, not your heart. All this time I was too pushy, hoping you would change especially after I gave you my Resti. But I was wrong, you're still Daneesa's Anarya." Clear crystal grains one by one down Lasmi's cheeks.

The shadow of the wedding trip passed in Lasmi's mind. How he had so far dropped his pride and became a slave of Anarya's love. He was nothing more than a beggar of love who kept pleading for the heart of Anarya, the man she adored.

The first night he imagined was so beautiful he never got. For five months he suffered rejection. How tragic. Anarya's cold attitude was so tormented.

At that time his heart was so cut. As a wife she was neglected and never considered. But he did not care, for the love and obsession of having Anarya he did many ways including including inserting stimulant drugs on the drinks that he served to Anarya.

"Mas .. I've been trying for over five years to conquer your heart. Not one shred of effort can I shift Daneesa's position in your heart." Lasmi wiped the tears with her palm, there was a very painful she felt in her heart.

"Alright, Mas. Now I give up. Besides, I can't accept you in a handicapped state. I don't want my whole life to be devoted to taking care of you." Lasmi smiled in tears, as if to strengthen her heart.

He got out of bed and went to the closet. His hands were busy putting clothes in his suitcase. Once he felt enough, he headed towards Resti's room. The same thing he did, put his son's clothes in a suitcase.

"Where are we going, Mom?" Resti who was busy playing approached his mother who was busy putting clothes in.

"We're going to Grandma's house, son."

"But why bring so many clothes?"

"We stayed there a long time, so we needed a lot of change of clothes. Resti's still sick, so someone has to take care of Resti."

"I want to take care of Mom, do not want to be left at Grandma's house," whine Resti.

"We stayed at Grandma's house for a while until Resti was cured. You're pregnant, son. Can't be tired." Lasmi tries to persuade Resti not to whine anymore.

"But dad's sick, Mom. Who will take care of Dad?

"You don't have to think about that. Dad's already with Eyang, there's a nurse there too."

Resti only complied when Lasmi's hand pulled him to leave the house. He did not understand why his mother had to bring all the clothes.

"That's the cab's coming. Let's quickly go up." Lasmi's command is directly di yes by Resti.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It has been quite my sacrifice all this time," muttered Lasmi softly as she looked at the house that had given her many love stories that clapped one heart.

Steadily he got into the taxi and left behind a whole trail of bitter memories that he wanted to erase.

"Mom, how many days are we at Grandma's?"

"Not yet, Resti." Lasmi tried to smile and stroke the top of the pretty and adorable boy's head.

However, Lasmi's heart was slashed again when she saw Anarya's face in Resti. A face she could never forget. He held his little girl in his arms. Many times he squid the top of his head.

"Mom crying?"

"But Mom's eyes are wet. I'm sad because I'm sick, aren't you?"

Lasmi nodded, covering the tempest that was now engulfing her heart.

"Dad's gonna get well, isn't she?"

"Yes. Resti just pray for the recovery of father."

"Hm ... Resti can pray near me, ma'am?"

"For now it can't be. Praying is enough to ask God."

"Why, Mom?"

"Dad can't be disturbed. That's why we live in Grandma's house first."

"Let's Resti if you miss Dad how?"

"Already, Resti. Silence first. Mom's head hurts." Lasmi massaged her temple.

Resti who saw her mother grimacing in pain undoes the intention of asking. He pulled the body from Lasmi's embrace. His gaze went out the window staring at the tall buildings along the road he passed.

Resti does not understand the thoughts of adults. The once loving father has now turned grumpy. Mothers who used to scream now love to shed tears. He also did not understand why Nesa, the only sister he loved had to be separated from him.

Lasmi leaned his head, the pain pulse he felt increasingly gripped at the nape to the head. But there is something even more painful. In the red flesh called the heart, pain is wrapped around suffering.

There is a disillusioned heart fragment trying to leave with the rest of the pieces of despair, trying to accept the fate that the love that hurt him should he escape.

For him, the struggle in defending Anarya was over. There is no more remaining hope that becomes a lantern in the romance that he wants to embrace.

Let every broken soul's recesses scatter, accepting the fact that love must be dashed and buried deeply. Depresses every imperfect memory of togetherness.

"Maybe this is better, Anarya. I'm already too tired" muttered Lasmi with a rough gasp.

Dark skies swirled, as if to witness the defeat of a Lasmi Sasmita with a woman who had died and became a ghost from the past, haunting the marriage that he predicted would bring him in happiness.

I don't know how many tears were on Lasmi's cheeks, accompanying her journey to the house of the old man who had been pampering her.

The shadow of Daneesa's laughing face just flashed past. Lasmi feels that the woman of Anarya's past is laughing at the fate she is experiencing now.

"Is this the reply I should receive? Maybe now you're satisfied, Daneesa. You won because in the end I couldn't get you out of Anarya's heart." Lasmi monologues in heart, her mind erratic. There is such a burden.

Lasmi now gives up, he releases Anarya and does not want a man who will be disabled for life. He felt compelled to rise up, organize a new life and leave behind all the obsessions that drove him crazy to the point of pushing Daneesa into the afterlife.

However, on the other side of his heart there were also concerns that Daneela would report the footage to the police. The biggest threat to him is prison. The thing he was so afraid of, he would not be able to if he had to spend time behind bars.

He hoped that none of this would happen.